They won’t let us go.
I have to think.
Conlan knows this is wrong, he told me that.
He knows I don’t belong here. He knows the way I feel for Dylan and
he says he understands the feeling, he’s the only one here who
does—love is a foreign concept to these colonists. But there’s
Marie, whose mother took him in when his own parents died. More
sister to him than lover, I’d imagine, but she’s carried his
children, both of them, and that has to mean something. That has to
create some kind of bond, regardless of what everyone else here
seems to think, what Ellingtonseems to think. Conlan’s lost
one child already. I suspect he’s harnessed too much hope on
Shanley’s briox to let another go without a fight.
I still remember the struggle I saw in his
face, Ellington’s words battling with mine, what the colony needs
versus what heneeds, and he almost won that time,
almost.I could seeit, the way he wanted to listen
to me, he wantedto say that his child is more important